Confusing Retribution

Some of you might remember the Driveby Goldfishing that took place a while ago. It was an unfortunate event, but the goldfish are still alive today (well, most of them). I have another tale of woe which involves another variation on a classic action. You'll just have to read to see.

Before I went to Tennessee (oh, did I not tell you? I went to Tennessee. There, now I told you) I parked my truck in the visitor parking lot at my brother's apartment complex. I had a parking permit and all was legal.

I came back and as I passed my truck, I saw something on the window...looked kinda white. I thought my car had been egged. The only explanation was that someone was angry that I was partaking in the parking spot for over a week and they thought that was unfair so they egged my car.

Then I took a closer look.

It wasn't egg on my windows. And whatever it was, was on both windows, the windshield, and the doors. Then I found something in the bed...an empty can of Campbell’s Soup. I held it up...made the weird connection in my mind...and became even more confused.

Let me get this straight...somebody became irate that there was nowhere to park, they randomly chose my truck (possibly because it had a nice shady spot), went inside their house, got a can of Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom Soup, opened it up, went back outside, and proceeded to fling said soup all over said truck.

Who does that!?! Who throws soup on a car when they're mad? Then again, one time, I honey and coffee grinded someone's car. But that was because I was trying to impress a pretty girl. Maybe this is karmic realignment. You know. If I believed in Karma.

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On a wholly different note I just watched Amelie for probably the 15th time. But I came the closest to crying, out of any time I've seen any movie, this time. (I'm still waiting for the movie which will make a tear escape the clutches of my eyes) The kissing scene at the end kills me. I don't think I'll be watching it again for a long time.